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The Art of Courting


Today's ruminations are brought to you by the sexy minor seventh interval. As far as musical love letters go, Robert Schumann was quite the cunning wordsmith. I've resigned myself to the fact that no one will ever write me anything so devastatingly, pants-droppingly beautiful as the third movement of Schumann's E-flat piano quartet. Those sevenths slay me every time. Dude sure knew how to woo a lady. Damn you, Clara. You got all the good ones.

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